The Harvard Classics, Volume 4P.F. Collier & son, 1909 - Literature |
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... heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hooked chariot stood , Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng ; And Kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew ...
... heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hooked chariot stood , Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng ; And Kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew ...
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... heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy Region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven ...
... heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy Region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven ...
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... heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring , and dale Edged with poplar pale , The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn . XXI In consecrated ...
... heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring , and dale Edged with poplar pale , The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn . XXI In consecrated ...
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... , And , sweetly singing round about thy bed , Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head . She heard them give thee this , that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk invisible . Yet there is 22 JOHN MILTON 22.
... , And , sweetly singing round about thy bed , Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head . She heard them give thee this , that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk invisible . Yet there is 22 JOHN MILTON 22.
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... heard the Nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There , in close covert , by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from Day's garish eye , While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery ...
... heard the Nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There , in close covert , by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from Day's garish eye , While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery ...
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Adam Angels Archangel arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fire flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mortal night Nymph o'er pain Paradise peace Philistines praise quire reign replied round rowled Sams sapience Satan scape seat Serpent shade shalt shame shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirits stars stood strength sweet taste temper Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder wrauth
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Page 76 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 32 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbrier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 34 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 136 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 77 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 26 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving, And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Page 36 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Page 78 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet...
Page 458 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 10 - When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortal finger strook, Divinely-warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. Nature that heard such...